had brought upon himself,
would clamour to the very heavens for judgment against him. An hour
after the proclamation of Mary (July 20), Rouge-cross herald arrived
with the lords' letter from London. An order at the same time was read
to the troops informing them that they were no longer under the duke's
command, and an alderman of the town then ventured to execute the
queen's warrant for his arrest. Northumberland was given in charge to
a guard of his own soldiers; he protested, however, that the council
had sent no instructions for his detention; and in some uncertainty,
or perhaps in compassion for his fate, the soldiers obeyed him once
more, and let him go. It was then night. He intended to fly; but he
put it off till the morning, and in the morning his chance was gone.
Before he could leave his room he found himself face to face with
Arundel, who, after delivering the council's letter to the queen, had
hastened to Cambridge to secure him.

Northumberland, who, while innocent of crime, had faced death on land
and sea like a soldier and a gentleman, flung himself at the earl's
feet. "Be good to me, for the love of God," he cried; "consider I have
done nothing but by the consent of you and the council." He knew what
kind of consent he had extorted from the council. "My lord," said
Arundel, "I am sent thither by the Queen's Majesty; and in her name I
do arrest you."--"I obey, my lord," the duke replied; "yet show me
mercy, knowing the case as it is."--"My lord," was the cold answer,
"you should have sought for mercy sooner; I must do according to my
commandment."[55]

[Footnote 55: Holinshed.]

At the same moment Sandys was paying the penalty for his sermon. The
university, in haste to purge itself of its heretical elements, met
soon after sunrise to depose their vice-chancellor. Dr. Sandys, who
had gone for an early stroll among the meadows to meditate on his
position, hearing the congregation-bell ringing, resolved, like a
brave man, to front his fortune; he walked to the senate-house,
entered, and took his seat. "A rabble of Papists" instantly surrounded
him. He tried to speak, but the masters of arts shouted "Traitor;"
rough hands shook or dragged him from his chair: and the impatient
theologian, in sudden heat, drew his dagger, and "would have done a
mischief {p.023} with it," had not some of his friends disarmed
him.[56] He, too, was handed over to a guard, lashed to the back of a
lame horse